The Limbos

•DEAD• MEMORIES [Tommy]

     3rd person Place:Limbo
Tommy quietly crept. These halls were nearly a maze, that is... The statues and paintings kept the locations in spots. He knelt down at the edge of the wall and poked out his head around the corner. Sapnap? I can't tell but it is oddly bright down that hall... Tommy sat quietly for a minute while he gripped his axe. He watched the small charms dangle.
There were two. Two charms. Two completed nights. Two enemies beat. Two people with his problems. Tommy sighed softly and thought. He felt like he had been there for about a month, but... it was only day three.. Day three.. what's in store tonight?
Day one-.. Day one was hard. Though the person was easily manipulated in the he was probably never going to see again. It was Sapnap. When he first saw him [Sapnap] he assumed he would talk to him.
Boy was he wrong...
Sapnap had killed him immediately. He was killed by a black obsidian dagger. Which was unusual... Why was that happening to him. They weren't craft-able nor would it be that small of a weapon. They also couldn't craft weapons with- with obsidian.. It felt so new and different, but, at the same time it almost felt, comforting and, familiar.
It being familiar was an under statement.
He was killed multiple times on the spot. Everytime. Same spot, same time. He hated it. I was nearly like... fire- in- in a dagger? Was that what it was called? He was confused. The thought of starting this night over would be torture.
Then the second night was different. Like for mentioned earlier he was looking out for Sapnap. Each enemy would stay in the next night. Sapnap was easier to avoid the next night. As he would wonder the halls with a bright glow of a torch.
But.. The other person was harder to avoid. And that person was his father figure.
Phil was different too. He looked more royal and his wings worked too. Which felt.. unconventional... his wings were typically disheveled. His weapon of choice? A blue diamond like sword and.. Explosions.
[Now dear reader. You may be wondering {except for Shineymeam who I had previously told} why does Ph1lzA have explosives? Well I'm here to explain. So I have a small head cannon for Tommy before Dream was in prison. Tommy who saw Phil kill Will BUT didn't know Wilbur had caused the explosions them self and now accoicates them with philza]
He could faintly remember the explosions... and the crimson liquid falling down into the small pit of then. But of recently the hole was larger and deeper. And for the cause of that was his enemy Dream, father figure Phil, and once trusted ally, Techoblade.
He never once understood how a piglin could talk like that considering he was born in the over world.
He was getting ahead of himself. He needed food. Horribly in fact. It had been a few days since he actually had arrived. He needed his reserves.
He once again glance out back to the hall. A shadow... It.. it wasn't Sapnap. It was... A child?.. he watched contently as the child stood on a shelf grasping towards a small box of biscuits. He stood up and walked to the middle of the hall he was in. He watched the child. The such familiar child. Why was he so familiar?...
The child had reddish orange hair. In his hair was a small white strip. He was a small young boy just about 7 or so. He wore a black shirt, thin stripes of gold at the cuffs. Four small stripes on a bracelet. Of orange, yellow, blue, and.. Grey?? All in that order. His pants also a dark color of black.
As of now the child hasn't seen or heard him. Tommy stepped closer. Still nothing. Tommy stepped, once again, closer. This time, He had paused.
Tommy was just a few yards away from him. That's.. that's odd right? It really is.. But I cant understand ho- The Child had turned around biscuits in hand. Nearly facing at him.
Fundy?...
The supposedly child know as fundy ran. He just ran. The clacks against the floor. Tommy stepped out to grab him but missed. Just grazing the child's arm.
"Dad! Uncle!" The child cried out. "Someone is in the castle!"
Castle? This was a castle? Wai-
Before long he started running after the child.
"Wait! Wait!" He voice was raspy it almost hurt raspy. "Wait! Hold on! You don't understand! I-"
He paused he didn't remember this section. But he still ran after the child.
"Please! Let me explain!?"
Tommy was stopped. By who? Who was it? It was briskly lit down this hall by the moonlight. But for some reason it was an huge built man, that he nearly recognized.
Tommy fell backwards onto the floor his axe clattering onto the floor. Pain surged through his back. Not from this man, but from Phil. His back was probably broken from each explosion that occurred that night.
He screamed out in pain loudly. The scream felt too real. Like almost as if he was being stabbed to death by a heated sword- in lava. Soon after he screamed he was backing up while breathing heavily. He.. He couldn't take this anymore.
The tall man stood tall with the small child clinging to his leg. Just watching. Not in proudness, but, in fear, worry, excitement, but more in shock. He couldn't move. Was this real? Was.. was his Tommy back? No- that's.. that's absurd. He was dead. Under the old willow tree. Resting happily and calmly. He didn't understand how or why this happened. The boy in front of him looked exactly like his Tommy just older and a blood stained uniform. And.. A white strip of hair in his golden locks.
Tommy watched the man steadily. His back hurt. The man adorned a white shirt, on the collar lay, a blood red gem on either side of a brooch. His hair, A soft strawberry blond for the roots the rest a dull but bright pink, all in a long braid with a yellow flower adorned at his ears. His ears a long point, adorning earrings of gold, silver, and one being a soft yellow stone. The other was an green stone with a blue stone falling just below the green. Scars crossed his face, and small fangs causing and underbite.
The silence broke as door shut. A tall man but still shorter than the pink haired one, had been called out of bed.
"What's with all the noise..?.." his voice a deep grumble made him seem tired but, aware. "Who is thi-..."
He paused at Tommy. His eye widened. He himself looked like Will, his brother.
He went to stand up and grab his axe. The child gasped softly at this motion. As he finally gripped his axe, he stood fast, his eyes watering. He started moving. His back still in pain.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK," he yelled as he started running. "I can't... I can't- I need to heal I need food- I-."
The pink hair man started towards Tommy. Tommy turned and started backwards. Tommy couldn't run. It hurt to much. Tommy then froze, he fell back again. He- he was to tired..
The pink haired man caught him, bringing him close. As if to hug him, started crying.